Qual sua opinião?

Over time desire shall fall and lie and fade.
Await unequalled thought and virtuosity.
Desire lies in wait, a precious cup, a stone or some such.
Absent moments, ones which raised the heart to stand so great.

Cannot choose not to deny.
Blame falls easy silently.
Darkness preferable, comfort found again.
In solitude, a door into an empty room.
A door to familiar desolation.
The spoils of past years lost for reason,
lost for some notions of new days.